This is a song about "Facts about genetics"

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Buildin' tracks snappin', smack you with a sack of facts

But first let me lay down a couple more facts,

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Know it good when she go no hands

Think you're big well here's the facts

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

We getting money, you can face the facts

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands